Doctors, and nurses, and sleep. Oh my!

So I had another fever yesterday morning. I had a fever on Friday and Saturday morning as well, and mentioned it to the nurse when I went in for dialysis on Saturday. They opted not to do anything at that time to see if the fever goes away on its own.

It did, for two days.

So they took blood, a swab around my site, etc to check for infection, and sent me for a chest x-ray. Dr. McCormick thinks it could be acute rejection, so he's increased my prednisone. They also gave me an antibiotic just in case.

I didn't sleep very well last night, I was full of itchiness.

I woke up early for an appointment today with the urologist as part of my transplant workup. The appointment was at 9:15 am, and I got there at 9 am, but annoyingly didn't get called in until 10 am. Then there was some sort of administrative mixup and no one knew why I was there. So when I finally saw Dr Mahoney, at 10:45 am, he was shocked to learn that I've had 3 kidney transplants. Most people react with subtlety to this, but he was quite visibly and verbally shocked.

The appointment went on and he went through my (long) surgical history, and I have to go for a test to ensure there is no scarring in my ureter.

So now I'm tired. I'm taking today off and I'll go on to unit 3 in my course work tomorrow.

It really sucks that I need a fourth transplant.